Chapter 17 #2
The elevator stops a moment later, and he motions for me to walk out ahead of him. He then walks us over to the door, scans his hand on one of those palm scanners, and the door opens. There are only two doors up here, and I wonder where the other one leads.
He gestures for me to walk ahead of him again, and I step through the door and into his home.
I walk down the short hallway that opens into his gorgeous living room.
The view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling glass, straight ahead of me, is breathtaking.
The décor downstairs is dark and masculine, and it definitely suits him.
To the left of the living room are the steps to the upstairs.
There’s a long wall that’s in front of the landing when you go up, and there’s a huge television mounted on it.
The bottom part of the wall doubles as the fireplace.
There are two sets of couches. One set faces the television, while the other is just next to it, a little to the right, facing the floor-to-ceiling glass.
Further right, just past the second set of couches, is another short hallway, and I can see the kitchen. Everything in here looks expensive as hell, but there is also a homey feel to the place. I can’t explain it, but it feels like for the first time in my life, I’m home.
There’s a clock on one of the walls, and I see it’s four a.m. The view of all the city lights at this time is to die for. From the look of the view, I know that we’re back home, in Chicago.
“What are we doing here?” I ask, feeling the panic start to set in. We’re so close to home. Oh my God! If my father finds me here, especially with Enzo, I shudder to think what he’d do to me.
“Relax! He’s not going to find you here. I’m going to keep you safe until the baby is born,” he tells me, and I furrow my brow. What the hell does that mean?
“And after that?” I ask, but he ignores the question. I don’t know whether I would have been better off staying at the convent.
“Come on. Let’s go up. It’s time to get some sleep.”
He walks away, and I have no other choice but to follow him.
I suddenly feel bone tired, as though all the energy has been zapped out of me.
We head up the stairs, and I walk behind him as he makes his way down the hallway.
He stops at the door at the end, opens it, and walks through.
When I make it inside the room behind him, I notice that it’s the master bedroom.
“Um, am I sleeping in here?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to be sleeping in here too?”
“Where else would I be sleeping, babe?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.
“I just thought… never mind,” I mutter.
The room is huge. The king-size bed is in the middle of the room to the left, while a chair is set next to it, facing more floor-to-ceiling glass. This room’s color scheme is also dark, and it's really beautiful.
“Are you ready for bed?” he asks. “You look a little tired. I know we have a lot to discuss, but we can do all of that tomorrow.”
“Okay. Um, could I take a shower first?”
“Sure,” he says, pointing to the door I’m assuming leads to the bathroom. I quickly scurry away from him because I’m sort of flustered right now. As soon as I step inside, I quickly close the door behind me and take in a deep breath, letting it out a second later.
Turning around, I take in the space before me.
The bathroom is big, not to mention gorgeous.
So far, this whole place is like it’s from the pages of a magazine.
There’s a door to the left of me, and when I open it to peek inside, it’s a small closet filled with neatly folded towels, stacked along with a wide variety of toiletries.
On closer inspection, I see some are my favorites. Huh?
Just past the closet is the sink and counter space, with a huge mirror on the wall. To the right is a huge bathtub that looks very inviting. All I want to do is get in, but I definitely have to wait until I’m not pregnant anymore.
There’s a little alcove where the toilet is, and then the shower takes up the rest of the space at the back. I take out a towel and a bottle of body wash, quickly strip, and then head into the shower.
I turn it on, stand under the hot spray, add a bit of body wash to the loofah, and gently lather my skin. I’m just about to try to bend down to get my legs—trust me, that has been quite difficult to do when you’ve got a beach ball in front of you—when I hear the shower door open behind me.
I let out a squeak as I turn around. Damn! He’s like a ninja because I didn’t hear him come into the bathroom.
“Let me,” he says, huskily. My knees instantly weaken. Gah! I still go crazy for the deep and sexy timbre of his voice. We’re just standing there, staring at one another.
He’s naked, and fuck if drool isn’t pooling at the corner of my mouth.
My eyes take him in from head to toe. God!
Those tattoos that he’s covered in always get me wet in an instant.
I squeeze my legs together, wanting to get rid of the ache that’s suddenly building there, but that obviously does nothing.
My eyes make their way to his face again, and I’m not surprised to see that stupid sexy grin plastered on his lips. He finally steps into the shower and takes the loofah out of my hands before he gets down to his knees in front of me, running it up and down my legs.
His movement is unhurried and deliberate as he soaps me up, while also caressing my skin with his fingers.
I’m convinced he’s going slow just to torture me.
I’m literally about to combust. A frustrated groan escapes me, and I really want to stomp my feet and throw a tantrum.
He must know I’m at the end of my rope because he finally stands to his feet, a devious smile on his face.
He gently pushes me back under the spray to wash the suds away. When I’m clean, he moves me to sit on the bench, making sure I’m sitting almost on the edge of it before spreading my legs and getting down to his knees between them.
His grip is firm and tight as he holds my thighs open, before bending down to lick my pussy.
The first touch of his tongue between my soaking lips is ecstasy.
He sucks on my clit hard, which elicits a moan from me.
He then licks up and down my sex, his rhythm increasing before he finally stops and sticks his tongue into my hole. Fuck! That feels so good!
“Why does your pregnant pussy taste so fucking delicious, babe?” he growls into my pussy. I can’t answer him because I’m lost in a world of pleasure.
Man, does he know how to use his tongue like a damn god! He sucks and nibbles on my pussy and my clit until I’m coming with a scream, squirting my juices into his mouth. He drinks it all like he's dying of thirst, and when he’s done, he quickly rinses his body before shutting off the water.
He then helps me up and out of the shower, wrapping me up in a towel before doing the same to himself. Taking my hand in his, he guides me out of the bathroom and straight to the bed.
He slips the towel off me and then helps me get onto it, laying me down on my back. I stare at him as he takes his time watching me, perusing my entire body with his intense gaze, not saying a word.
I start to feel a little self-conscious because my body is not the same as it was a few months ago when he took my virginity. I try to cover myself, but it’s impossible since I’m so huge. The threat of tears stings my eyes, and I’m trying not to let them slip free.
“I’m sorry,” I say
“What are you sorry for?” he asks.
“I know I don’t look the same anymore,” I say in a miserable voice. A moment later, his actions and words put some of my fears to rest when he moves my hand away from my stomach.
“Don’t try to hide this amazing body from me.
God, baby, your body looks so ripe and fuckable.
You’re absolutely gorgeous. Of course, you don’t look the same.
You’re carrying my child. Do you know how fucking precious that makes you?
How fucking lucky I am that you’re growing my baby inside of you.
” He groans as he grabs his cock and starts to stroke it.
Watching his muscular hand move up and down his length is so erotic, I’m left feeling so turned on, panting, needing to have his cock fill me up right away.
“Mm, you’re panting like such a needy little slut, babe,” he says. “I can see your pussy juice leaking from here already. Are you desperate for my cock, right now?”
“Yes!” I snap at him. I’m getting impatient, as all he wants to do is talk.
“Then tell me what you want, my horny little slut. You are my slut, aren’t you, Principessa?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me what you need! If you don’t, then I’ll just go to sleep without giving you any of this dick that you’re currently drooling over!” he growls.
“I want you to stop fucking talking. I want your cock inside me! Please fuck me! I need it so bad!” I yell at him, as a needy sob escapes me.
“Shh. Shh. Shh. Don’t cry, baby. I’m going to give you all the cock your greedy little pussy is craving. Spread those legs for me, babe,” he commands, and I obey as he crawls onto the bed between my spread thighs.
He places the tip of his cock right between my pussy lips and then begins to rub the head up and down my slit.
Fuck if that shit doesn’t feel so good, but he’s right, I want more.
I want his whole length buried deep inside me.
I try to wiggle my hips to get more of him inside me, but he holds me in place, smirking down at me.
“You want me inside your needy little hole?”
“Yes. Please!” I beg.
He teases me for a few more minutes before finally leaning over me, both his hands on the bed next to my shoulders to hold his weight up as he begins to push inside me. The feel of his hard rod filling me, inch after glorious inch, is so damn good, a loud moan leaves me.
He doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside me to the hilt, the tip of his cock knocking against the mouth of my cervix. It hurts a little before pleasure consumes me, and a whimper slips out of me. Wetness leaks out of my pussy, coating his cock with all that juice.
“Fuck, babe! You’re juicing all over my dick already. You must’ve really needed this cock to fuck your tight little cunt, huh?”
“Yes! Now shut up!” I snap at him as I try to move my hips to get some more friction since the bastard is barely moving inside me. If his aim was to torture me and make me go crazy for him, then it’s freaking working. The bastard!
“Mm, that’s it, baby! Try to fuck yourself on Daddy’s big fat rod!” he growls out as I continue trying to tilt my hips up to get more of his length inside me. But that’s proving to be a little difficult with my pregnant belly in the way.
I look up at him, and he must see that I’m close to my breaking point because he finally takes pity on me and begins to move his hips. The ecstasy of feeling his cock glide against my walls is instant, and I can’t help the little mewls that escape me.
He was leaning over me, but now he sits up so that he’s on his knees between my legs as his assault on my pussy increases.
Both his hands are on my stomach, caressing it while he continues to move without breaking his rhythm.
I stare at him and see a soft expression cross his face before a slight scowl takes over. I wonder what he’s thinking about.
He moves one of his hands, places it on my clit, and rubs it in a circular motion. In just a few minutes, I feel tingling from the tip of my toes all the way to my belly and then straight to my pussy from the impending orgasm that’s just there.
“Come for me!” he commands, and that’s all it takes for the wave of ecstasy to crash over me. I let out a loud scream as I squirt all over his cock, my pussy clenching and unclenching around him as pleasure continues to wash over me.
He increases his pace, but not hard or fast enough to hurt me. It takes just a few more thrusts before he stops with his cock lodged deep inside me, and it pulses before warmth fills me as he deposits spurt after spurt of cum inside me.
He leans over me again, panting to catch his breath. We’re both breathing hard. That was definitely one of the hottest sexual experiences we’ve had together. He leans down further and kisses me before moving to whisper in my ear.
“I’m going to enjoy ruining you, baby,” he says.
He pulls out of me and walks off to the bathroom. I have no idea what the hell he means by that, but clearly it can’t be good. I guess he’s not over being mad yet. I guess I’ll just have to find a way to make him fall in love with me.
That’s the only way I can see that would keep my baby and me safe and away from my father.
I guess we’ll have to have a talk later in the day because I’m tired.
I don’t even have the energy to clean up, so I snuggle deeper into the bed and close my eyes.
I’m barely aware of the fact that Enzo comes back into the room and cleans me up with a washcloth before getting into bed beside me, as sleep claims my tired body.